"Hi, can I have a greasy long fringe with supersized fries, extra cheese, and a large Emo Millkshake, please?"
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EMO IS OVER. YOU CAN ALL GO HOME NOW.

Okay, so I've decided-- ENOUGH with all the emo vibes already! (Soooo last season.)
I shall swear off emo for the next week. (or less.)

I swear, someone has been spiking my waterbottle with crack or something, because dahyum I've been ridiculously moodswinging. Like a monkey on a branch, hahahaaa.
Like a chunky monkey on a ranch branch.
(I'm not making much sense, am I.)

THE POINT IS.
Someone's been spiking my water!
Don't lie, Justin.
I KNOW you've been doing it, 'coz you don't want to end up as wildcat chow!

...So yeah. I don't really have anything of particular significance to say, but who cares, as long as this post doesn't turn out all weepy-like.

So today, this is what happened.
1. I went out. I kickboxed. I kicked ass.
2. I got my Nature's Valley fix.
3. I fell in love.
4. I fell out of love.
5. I got married and had seven children and disappeared in a poofy purple cloud of sublimat...ed(?) atoms.

...Kay, that didn't REALLY happen.
I did kick ass, though.
Which was purely an accident.
I swear, I never saw the formidable bulk of that lady's behind in front of me; and how was I supposed to know she would get in the way just when I was executing a roundhouse kick?

And I DID fall in love-- with Channing Tatum's picture on one of the magazines in the stand.
And then ten seconds later I remembered that he was bi, and promptly fell out of love again.

And no, I didn't get married (to, like, who, exactly. My iPod? ...Please, he's underaged.) and I'd die before having seven children, my ambition isn't to become the Old Woman Who Lives In A Shoe or whatever-she's-called and I'm much too awesome to disappear into something as eeny as a cloud of purple dots.

Please, I'm above that, thanks.

... Also, my M&I group would fully kill me if I upped and married and ran away, because apparently today I'm supposed to meet them online to finalize our project on Appeal To Authority, Argument ad Verecundiam.

Pfeeeet.
I'm not sure when I sound more like an aging hippie on expired drugs- when I'm rambling like this, or when I'm being emo and oh-how-trashed-our-world-is (!).

But for now I'm choosing to be rambly like this, so HA, you can't do anything about it!
(*cackle!*)

...Unless, of course, you choose to close down your Internet browser window.
In which case I will be thoroughly disgusted with you, and will soon go on a miniature Cara rally and I will picket around your house and accuse you of violating all Awesomeness Rights and I will throw blue cheese through your windows and put mayonnaise in your bathtub.

And if you don't have a bathtub, then that's even better- I'll plug the entire jar into your showerhead.

...Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase "greasy hair", no?

Also. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate the show Ed, Edd, And Eddy?
I'm forced to watch it every single morning (without fail!) while I'm doing my daily treadmill run, while my brother waits for his schoolbus to come.
Apparently, he finds it absolutely neccessary to fill up his waiting-for-schoolbus time by watching lameass shows about people who don't exist.

(Although I'm in love with someone who doesn't exist.
...But then again, he's a CULLEN, and beautiful, and the hottest ever, so that doesn't count.)

But seriously.
Ed, Edd And Eddy? Give me a break- it's just a show about a bunch of retards running around and spasticating their pathetic teenage lives away.
If I wanted to watch that kinduv trash, all I'd have to do is to step outside into Cineleisure/Heeren/randomteenagehangout.
And I wouldn't even have to pay the cable television fee.

...Now, before all of you rush down on me with an almighty roar of "...DISCRIMINATION AGAINST YOUR OWN GENERATION!"; let me first make this disclaimer:

EVERYONE WHO READS MY BLOG IS BEAUTIFUL AND THOROUGHLY AWESOME (...awesomeness does rub off, y'see), AND THEREFORE THOROUGHLY UN-ED, EDD, AND EDDY LIKE.

And Ting, if you're still up on it, I'll take up your offer on the whole bungee jumping shizz.
But I hope you know that PEOPLE ACTUALLY BUNGEE JUMP WITH SAFETY CORDS ATTACHED, and therefore the possibility of you actually opening your head against a bunch of sharp rocks is, like, oh, I don't know- in the zeroth percentile?
But yes, darling. If YOU jump, I'll jump too.

Just please don't jump from a cliff or something.
Let's jump somewhere safer.
Like jump rope together, or something. Or jump for joy. Or Jump N' Jiggle.
Or let's go on the Flabelos together, which I highly doubt actually works- because where's the fat supposed to go after you jiggle it off? Does it just jiggle off all of one's jiggly bits?
And even if it does- then what then? Does it magically diffuse into the air or summat? Is there something I don't know, here?

...But I digress.
Let's just have fun, whee, let's go horseback riding and burn (open quote) "300 calories an hour!" (end quote), although technically I don't know how one's supposed to burn calories while riding a horse.
I mean, doesn't the horse do all the work?
It doesn't seem right that WE should burn 300 calories in an hour. I mean- it's not as if WE'RE the ones galloping around the field/meadow/racetrack and neighing and garrumphing and swishing our tails. [...if you happen to be one of the select few who actually DO, though, then you are in serious need of help and I recommend seeking out your friendly neighbourhood psychologist.]

[...Although then again, you might want to see an animal behaviourist instead.]

---

Aight, that should do the trick.
EMO, BE GONE.

EMOBEGONE EMOBEGONE EMOBEGONE EMOBEGOHHHHHHHNE.

(I think that should do the trick.)

Chin up, lovelies!
Stay strong, smile on the inside (and, if you're extra happy, on the outside, too!);
and children, REMEMBER.

...Never talk to strangers.

Especially strangers in dark eyeliner in tight black band t-shirts and tapered pants and who say strange things like, "...I'm actually hurting inside. I hurt so much inside." and "...my heart is broken but it's okay, I'm fine, you don't care anyway, nobody cares, I'm all alone woe is meeee."

<3


And we wake up in the breakdom
Of the things we never thought we could be.
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I've decided that one of these days, I am going to pack a bag, hop on a bus; and fly far, far away to the little cafe in my dreams, where I will order a long black (no milk, no sugar) and blur into a corner, where I will watch people as they pass by (woman in a powersuit, girl in black eyeliner and dark jeans, boy with a purple mohawk) and scribble abstract poetry; and for those few hours or so,

I will find myself again.

...Things these days are improving. I find I've been getting tired more regularly through classes- but that's probably just because I've been running every morning.
...Still, I don't numb myself to the things I used to, and that's a start.

Jean and I, though, have come to a rather startling (and rather sad) theory/conclusion about _________ (I'm not playing Hangman), and hey- here's something going out to you:

You can't even cry, can you? Something has been taken away from you.
You're numb, and you know what?
I think you're grateful for it.
No wonder you're afraid of ending up alone.
Because the day you are, you're going to have to look inside yourself, and see what I've known for a long time.
There's nothing there.

...Dawson's Creek speaks the truth, and although life does seem prettier in the movies;
I reckon I'm happy where I am right now.

Especially since I'm surrounded by tigresses/tigers and cottens (cat-otter-swan) and warthogs and owls and beavers and mountain goats and baboons and porpupines and badgers/otters. :]

And for the record- I'm a PESCATARIAN wildcat, which means no go to eating owls for breakfast.
No worries, you poor widdle herbivores.
I prefer Cheerios.

...Speaking of friends- I've been scrolling around people's blogs, trying to figure out if I'm on their 25 Things list, which I probably am for a coupluv them- and, if so, which one's mine. :/
I'm going to quote something Kat said for her 25 Things here, since it happened to strike me...

"Hide your more hurtful feelings better. People always prefer a pretty glittery mask."

...Oh, darlings, when did we become so jaded?
When did we become so cold and when have we hurt this much and when have we started building our little grey walls?

I'm not quite sure which one I detest more- people hiding their feelings, or people showing them openly.
I'm not quite sure which one I like more, either.

And sometimes I turn on my iPod and listen to songs about girls who crumble behind their beautiful masks of steel and it makes me cry, because I've realized that
we have forgotten how to feel.

...And if anybody's hurting... I'm taking another approach and asking you not to put on a mask.
Loveliness and glitter only shine for that one Opening Night.
Take it to Him, take it to your friends, take it to those who care about you;
because we love you and we don't want you to hurt, we know that you lie on your bed at nights, sleepless and wide awake and terrified of the thoughts that crowd your head, and we know how you scream into your pillow and cry into your sheets

and oh, we want you to stop hurting.

Also, if ever I fall in love-
I want to fall in love with a person, not a mask.
I want to fall in love with a heart, and not an actor.
And I want it to be REAL, and not just a prologue.

So darlings- take off your masks and stop pretending, stop acting, it's okay- let's stop romanticizing here.

Because in real life, there's nothing pretty about a broken mask;

and it's getting harder to tell who the men and the monsters are.


It's a city traffic puzzle, it's a scheme, it's
exactly what you need to kill your recurring dreams.
----

Training today was good.
Direction improved- definitely more room for improvement- but at least my T1 didn't go completely haywire...and I can feel my technique slowly improving, too.

Which makes me happy. :D

I did a quiz! On www.animalinyou.com! Which Roy showed me before! And which I have DONE before! And my results? ...I was a swan.

Ash: "...HAHAHAHAHAHA a swan? So you laze and float around?"
Me: "Yea-uh; and I eat bread that little kiddies throw to me. ...Yay me."
Ash: "HAHAHAHA shall I throw you bread tomorrow?"

I retook it, though, since it's been a few months- and apparently, I've changed. I'm a wildcat now. [Cue Troy Bolton: GO WILDCATS!]

Wildcat personalities do not differ substantially from their domestic cousins Felis Domesiticus and exhibit the aloof behavior that is common to all felines. With their well-deserved reputations as creatures of comfort, wildcats jealously guard their independence while indulging in the finer things in life. Attractive, solitary, creative, and curious, these individuals are quite happy to observe the world from a distance.

The wildcat would never take a conventional route, preferring to explore life from off the beaten track -- relying heavily on its instincts and powers of observation to guide it safely through the jungle. Its air of indifference and need for privacy keeps it on the outskirts of society, but its love for comfort always brings it back

The wildcat differs from its lion relatives in its approach to its social structure. With an aversion to the complex family organization of the lion, the wildcat finds freedom and self-indulgence to be far more compelling. So as a natural explorer, it disdains staying in one place for long, preferring the freedom of solitary roaming. in exotic locales. This wanderlust makes it ideal for a career as a travel agent, explorer, mountain climber, researcher or writer.

It's difficult to really know cats. Although they make little attempt to disguise their emotions, their communication style is somewhat abstract. They readily display their disgust and boredom as it stalk off to spend solitary time sulking. Usually however, they return to the place that offers them security and creature comforts. Close alliances are formed with others that share their eremitic and wandering ways. Horse and deer, and tiger personalities are good candidates as soul mates, while gorillas provide them with much appreciated security.

Wildcats are also incorrigible flirts and their feline mannerisms are attractive to members of the opposite sex. As a result, wildcats almost always get what they want -- plenty of pampering without the nuisance of a long-term mate. And making love to one is more than just a lot of hissing and scratching, for it is a curious lover whose tendency to get lost in the moment guarantees an unpredictable encounter.

Because of the wildcat's tendency to protect its independence, it can be difficult to get it to talk about personal issues. But when it comes to matters of the world, the wildcat loves a challenging debate. It is thoughtful and insightful on neutral themes, but when things get personal . . . logic flies out the window with the cat close on its heels.

...I censored off the- ahem- unneccessary bits.

I found out that Maxy's a tiger, as is Ash.
Qinrui's an owl. XD I might have guessed.
And Justin- dear, dear Justin. He's a BEAVER!

I almost died. o_O

Isn't my blog fun. You can get manymany intuhresting things to clutter up your pretty minds with.

So go. Do the Animal In You quiz, and tag your animal; and post your results on your blog!

[Rah Justin. Watch out. I'm gunna EAT YOU.]

<3 Ta luvs.


you're falling but hang on, hang on
tonight the stars will make you feel alive.
-----
Today we have taken paths we never thought we would be made to go down.

For the people who were there...yeah, it's obvious what I'm talking about.
And for the uninitiated- it's okay, it won't hurt you not to know what I'm talking about, it's not the end of the world.

It hurts, don't you know?

It hurts because I tried today, I swear I did. (although you probably didn't see it,) I pushed myself today, although it still feels like I'll never be good enough,
and somewhere in the blurring background;
sirens of

There is no such thing as best-
there is only better, and better, and better!

they raised urgent voices (traffic city puzzle, pedestrian on the highway) and I
realized what we were fighting for, what we fight for, have been fighting for all along.

And I reckon it's funny how you think some things will never change,
will always be there for you, will always be constant
but then you see D-E-A-D E-N-D in block letters and no,
you won't be sleeping tonight
whistle: S-T-O-P

...then again, I've never let dead-ends stop me;

if you say so, though,

we will have to.

(but please believe me,
we have given our hearts.)


"...We're brought up to fear what we're not." - Vivian, Blood And Chocolate.
----

...I think that quote'll stay with me for a long, long time now.

I'm no film critic; but to put in my two cents' worth- I WILL say that yes, Blood And Chocolate is worth watching if

a) You go balls whenever you see the LotR trilogy ad playing for the 2347436th time on Channel 5.
b) You read fantasy.
c) You write fantasy.
d) You go ballsy over anything vaguely fantasyesque. ["Omg I think that butterfly's actually a fairy in disguise! (!!!) "]
e) Your friends know better than to let you walk past a Comicsmart shop unattended.
f) It is your honest opinion that the Legislative Council should be changed to the Legolas Council.

...And I qualify for all 6, wooyeah, go me. :D

Blood And Chocolate was beautiful. I was worried it might turn out to be some cheap horror flick at first- but after the first few minutes in the cinema with Maxy and Ting; I totally fell in love with it.

The werewolves were beautiful.
They were wild and beautiful and dangerous- chillingly so, and there's something distinctly wolven in the way they move.
...Fluid, maybe; almost lynx-like.

And during the chase- golly.
It's spine-chilling, the way they lose themselves in the sheer beauty of the chase...how they throw themselves, with reckless abandon, into the dangerous arms of raw, primal joy. Watching them leap over rocks and trees, fangs bared, sinewy limbs poised for the attack-- it's lovely, at the same time that it's terrifying.

It reminded me of a Bacchus-like orgy. The art of losing yourself; of hurling yourself into that whirlwind of primal, untamed, dangerous glory-- when the only danger (a real one, too) is not being able to find yourself again- to be sucked into a nightmarish vortex of heightened passion and hatred and the sheer joy of the Hunt.

...I'm writing funny tonight. o_O
*potters outside to check*

...Aaand no, it's not the full moon. On the contrary, there's NO moon tonight. :/

Which may explain why I'm feeling so strange. I miss the moon. I miss knowing it's there.


"...We are brought up to fear what we're not."
So, so true.

We've been brought up to fear the unknown- to spurn what we cannot provide a logical reason for (Science solves everything, doesn't it?) and we hunt down and kill what we cannot explain, cannot understand, cannot accept.

...Don't take this personally, but I- for one- find that pathetic.

When're we all going to realize that we've all got magic deep in us- deep, deep in us-- and if we spurn it and hunt it down with our witty words and clever logic-- we're killing part of ourselves?


"It comes in waves.
There's a lull, and then another wave hits you.
I just wanted you to know that it's okay to not be fine sometimes."
-Grey's Anatomy
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I found something which I think I'll try; and if you guys are interested, go ahead and give it a shot, too. It's a personal choice, really, so I'll leave it up to you; although it'd be interesting if you DID give it a try.

Think of 25 people, and leave them a message. Don't specify which message is directed to who- just keep it anonymous, but do say the things you've always wanted to say to them; but have not been able to- or may never be able to- say.

1. I will not believe what they're saying about you. I know you're deeper than that, greater than that, stronger than that. You have two sides- show them the one that I see.

2. I'm not perfect, but you're more wonderful than you choose to believe.

3. Dear, your mask is cracking.

4. One of my greatest regrets is that I never got to apologize before you died, but it hurts to know that you were hurting so bad and you didn't tell me, you could have told me and I would have made it all better; why did you have to go?
I love you, I miss you, and I hope you're in a better place.

5. Sometimes you get under my skin, but other times I feel you know me so well- it's like you're IN my skin. You know so much about me, although you don't show it. You're amazing, and one day you'll find the love you don't think you need.

6. And occasionally I wonder if you've learnt to love yourself.

7. I love you all, and thank you from bringing me back from the edge.

8. I don't think you remember me but I remember your eyes.
[...but your one-liners, they felt recycled.]

9. You're a insecure wannabe who takes joy in putting other people down; and I hope that one day you'll find happiness. REAL happiness.

10. ... You've changed so much. I don't know you any more.

11. And it was a painful thing that brought us so close together. We were strong, but we were weak then and didn't know it and we are stronger now.

12. I don't know if you know me. I don't know if you want to.

13. Darling, you're a prime specimen of a destructive kind of laughter.

14. I know it's mean of me to feel this way about you. I can't help it, though. Easy, steady, hold your horses. You're too eager and I'm just a little bit scared of what I could do to you.

15. Remember our world? We made it up lived it out lived it up and you know it won't ever really leave you.

16. You. Are. A. Delusioned. Young. Soul.

17. I didn't really appreciate you at first. I didn't really know you at first. But now I see how wonderful you are, and how sweet the heart that's in you is; and I hope one day you will find someone who will love you for the angel you are.

18. I want to get up the guts to ask you--

19. I don't love you, but I love what you stand for.
[And I am fighting so hard for it.]

20. ...Come and find me, I've been turning so cold.

...Emo stuff, but good stuff.
I needed to get some of that off my chest.

*deep breath*

I think I need Happy Pills.

Sugar doesn't help, I've tried my Nature's Valley Apple Crisp granola bars [<3!] but they don't help, they just make me hungry for more. :D

DICTIONARY OF SIMILAR SOUNDING WORDS WHICH MIGHT (MAYBE) MAKE CARA HAPPY AGAIN:
[AND DEFINITIONS AND SENTENCES THAT DEMONSTRATE HOW TO USE THEM.]
Happy Pills = ungettable attable.
Nappy = gross. 'nuff said.
Frappy = Frappuchinos! [but too much sugar.]
Lappy = No thank you, this affliction will not be afflicted by sitting on somebody's lappy.
Cappy= No thank you, canoeists aren't supposed to eat at CAPpy.
Mappy= I'm not lost.
Zappy= Owch.

[This is pointless.]

Lately I've been feeling so hazy.
And while it hasn't quite progressed to feeling numb yet, I know I'll be getting there if this continues.
It isn't a good feeling, either. It feels as if the only thing that can help dull this is music, my tourniquet my anti-drug my addiction my angel.

[And Ash if you steal my iPod I will thwack you over the shorn mohawked head with my paddle.]

I NEED SOME EXCITEMENT IN MY LIFE.
I NEED SOMETHING TO HELP ME FEEL REAL.
I NEED MORE THAN THIS HAZE THIS MIST THIS CONSTANT BLUR OF GREY. [...maybe it's just seconddayofschool trauma from seeing a whole grey sea of NJ uniforms again.]

AAAAHH.
*dies of moody-post overdosage*
*spasms*

Oh hurry up and do the 25 Things You Want To Say thingamajig already, then at least I'll have something to read and overanalyse and amuse myself with.

<3


Yesterday is a wrinkle in your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Don't close your eyes;
Don't close your eyes;
This is your life.
Are you who you want to be?
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"In the warrior's code, there is no surrender. Although the body says no, the spirit says never."

...God knows I tried.
Everyone keeps telling me that it's okay, they're older than you; it's okay, they're all national canoeists anyway; it's okay, it's okay... but it's not. It's not okay.

What does it matter who they are, or how much seniority they hold, anyway?
I can't choose my opponents- life doesn't work that way.

I've found a quote that expresses almost exactly what I feel, and here it is:

I'm no fighter, but I'm fighting
This whole world seems uninviting
But I won't give up, no, I won't ever give up
I fall down sometimes, but I'll come back flying.

Every drop of blood- I can do this.
WE can do this; and well done, to everyone who rowed their hearts out today.

On a lighter [but p'raps more intense] note; the dragonboat races today were quite an experience. I participated in the Women's Open, and the Mixed (B) Open; with the B Div girls and supersenior girls, and the Mountbatten Dragonboat Team respectively.

By "quite an experience", I mean quite an experience.
The water was churning, and it flew into my eyes and made them sting so bad I couldn't see; so I had no choice but to close my eyes and row, to the beat of the drummer.
Which, apparently, worked quite well.
Everything intensifies, so I've noticed, when you close your eyes.
I'm tired, so I'll head off now.

Every drop of blood.

<3



because you're stronger than you're letting yourself be.
----

I'm back.

This is going to be on the short side, since I'm zonked from canoeing camp and the showerhead's screaming: CARA, WE HAVE HOT WATER!

...Sometimes things just come at you, and you have to take them on and battle right through them.
And then those things blur into a haze of pain and sweat and countless thinkings of, "I can't do this", but you push on anyway and it hurts so bad; you wish something- anything- would happen and put you out of your pain, but you push on, and you feel yourself becoming part of the pain itself, and it hurts, and it hurts, but you go on anyway.

And it feels like you're drowning- like everything's rushing down on you all at once, and the perspiration (tears? water?) in your eyes make it hard to see, and your lungs feel as if they're about to collapse, and everything hurts and then in a matter of seconds, it's all over.

I have realized that if I don't have a certain something-
- I don't feel real.

I need it to feel alive; and my gosh, it does blow- majorly so- to know that I could have become so dependent on something so trivial;

- But then again, we're all looking for something that takes away the pain.

And this secret is mine, and mine alone; and although sometimes it hurts so bad;
I nod and admit dependance.


...Am I making sense?

...I didn't think so.

Ah, well. I love you, lovelies. If you've read this far, I think you're even lovelier.

...And before I say anything else strange, I probably should go.

<3


and you're shining like the brightest star,
a transmission of the midnight radio, and
you're spining like a ballerina dancing to
your rock and roll music.
----

BECAUSE WE CAN.

...Road Run t'day was neat. Heads up, y'all- WE SURVIVED IT.
Booyeahhhh.

...I came in 4th. Which is okay, I suppose; although Road Running felt strange without all the other canoeists. :/ I miss them, honest I do.

Ohwell. Thankyewww to everyone who congratulated me and all- you guys are the shizz! <3 I know I can always depend on you guys to make my day, so here's a shoutout to the girlies who rock my canoe.

After the Road Run; Maxy, Ting and I crushed cans for what seemed like forever. We had to go around grabbing cans from the bins and all (for canoeing); and after that, I saw the uncle going around and poking around in the dustbins, with this "...Where did all the cans go?" expression.

Which made me laugh. And then I tucked my big box of cans under my arm and hurried away to go crush 'em. XD

J'adore my new camera.
It's PINK! ...Which, yes, isn't zackly a Cara-esque colour; but who cares. Cara never really wears colours anyways. Cara wears black.
I brought it out, and Maxy & Ting & I went to Cine for Subwayyyyyeeee. :] Before that, we camwhored around for quite a bit while waiting for the bus. And then we moseyed around and had a good dose of girltalk, and yeah. I was happy. :] Although, technically, I didn't really get anything. Except for Subway, and Neos, and taxi fares, which rose to a shocking amount. :[ But ohwell.
I realize that sepia photos make everything look pretty. <3
Sepia photos bring out the light in your eyes and the porcelain of your skin and smiles always look sweeter in sepia tones. <3 Don't ask me why- that's just my theory.

I was talking with Maxy and Ting...and we all agree that life would be so much better with a soundtrack to it. I reckon that a big part of the reason why people're attracted to Dance is that there's music to it.
Music makes everything beautiful, everything perfect, everything pure...and even if what you're doing isn't completely flawless, music turns the flaws into something lovely.

(Am I making sense?)

I think a world without music'd be horrible. I wouldn't want to live in a world without music; because a world without music is a world without inspiration is a world without beauty is a world without life.

Music cleanses everything and makes it beautiful. Even the saddest things, and the most broken people, can be made beautiful through music and in it.

Maxy says my theme song should be "She's A Rebel", by Green Day. :] I love that song. I dunno if it's really my theme song, though. I mean, like.

Ren Jean says that my theme song should be some One Tree Hillesque thing. Thang, on the other hand, says that I remind him of You Raise Me Up, by Josh Groban; and Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars. [so overplayed, but so awesome!]

And as for me? ...I genuinely have no idea. Whadya all reckon?

I love music.

And yes, I DO wish life had a soundtrack to it.

<3

P.S, I'm leaving for a holiday early tomorrow morning. Stay safe, chins up, and I love y'all.


You dream of colours that have never been made,
you imagine songs that have never been played;
they will try to buy you and your mind, for
only the curious have something to find.
----

ASSESSMENT WEEK: [STATUS] FINITO.

Went out with Maxy and Bryan and his friend Reuben to Queensway today,
and although some parts were disappointing-
- IT WAS A BLAST. :D

I've realized that Bryan speaks with a drawl. Bryan, you speak with a drawl!
And you were writhing away and Reuben was half holding you back and half propping you up and you were just slurring, "You never paid my busfare! You never paid my busfare!" and you sounded [and looked] so drunk, I'm surprised a Narcotics officer didn't approach you and ask for ID. XD

And then we got to Queensway, and went to the jacket shop.

Uncle 1: ...What you want printed on the jacket sleeve arh?
Me: Oh, um. "Every drop of blood."
Uncle 1: *obviously needs a good ear-digging* ...Every touch what?
Me: Every drop of blood.
Uncle 2: *saunters in* ...What they want to print on the sleeve arh?
Uncle 1: ...They want to print "Every drop must work." No work, no money what.
Uncle 2: Ohhh.
Me, Maxy, and Bryan: o_O

Then Bryan and Reuben started Brokebacking around, and we got SO HIGH. {Champagne Supernova in the sky!}

Aaaand then Maxy and I got disappointed [for a reason] and Bryan and Reuben took the Brokeback Express home, and Maxy and I took the Emo Route around Queensway for, like, two hours.
And I got a puhretty red babydoll dress. <3 And leggings.
And then I felt better.

Maxy and I ate at Subway, [Up till then, Maxy was a Subway virgin!] and then we went around being random, and then we headed to the busstop and waited half an hour for bus 61. The carbon monoxide fumes must have penetrated our grey matter, 'cuz after a while we got incredibly lame. Read the following conversation out ALOUD. It's probably the only way you'll get it.

Maxy: Haha, a new swear word! Oh SEET!
Cara: *snickers* ...aaand Thang it.
Cara: How about OUR names? ...Ohoh, " Do you CARAboutMAXINE?"
Maxy: We were Jiamin [jamming] in the hodelle [hotel], oh Seet. [oh *censored*]
Cara: If you capsize, you will be Szemin! [swimming.]
Maxy: *guffaws* If only we had a canoeing senior named Walter. Then we could say that "if you capsize, you will be Szemin in the Walter"! ...*guffaws again, evidently finds this very funny*
Cara: o_O
Maxy: Any other canoeists' names?
Cara: *breaks into song* ...The first Joel; the angels did Say (vier)! [Xavier]
Maxy: o_O
Cara: Oh Seet, Ai(ya)man, Thang you for Peixin with me.
Both: ...o_O *burst into manic giggles*

HAHAHAHAAAAAAA.
And then Maxy and I went home. To MY place, that is...

Both: *walk through deserted garage*
Maxy: I still remember when we were so freaked out by the shadows on your neighbour's wall.
Cara: Hahahaaaa yeah.

[windmill beside us mysteriously starts to creak]

Both: *jump* ...AAAH.

Cara: It was just the windmill. Ahahaaaaa. *snickers*

[...Suddenly a little furry brown thing appears in the darkness!]

Both: 0_0 AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! *leap about a foot up in the air*

...LOL. It was my fuzzy wuzzy dogggggehhhh. <3 We got scared by a cocker spaniel and a windmill! :D and then we showered, and talked to Qinrui [chin up, buddy :]] and Thang [we had our first PROPER conversation], and Maxy climbed over the locked gate and went home.

Nice day.
Tired.
Incapable of forming coherent sentences.
Primitive inclinations becoming obvious.

Night.

<3


there are going to be times
when all you want to do
is lie down in the middle of the road
during rush hour.
-----

1. sank ship with, like, half the cohort when Maths rolled around.
2. rocked Bio's socks. [I hope.]
3. got high on Doctor Love and the Love Calculator with Maxy.
4. Mugging.
5. Mugging.
6. Mugging.
7. Mugging.
....
......
........
AAAND for a change, MORE mugging, wooyeah, kthx.

I crave Thursday, since technically everything'll be over by then.
I crave the holidayyyyys. Which, technically, have been eaten away by my family holiday [gyming! zomg yeahhhh.] and canoeing camp, and a speshul outing with the girlies. <3 ...Not forgetting the sinful I! *glees around* ...Though I haven't really had a craving for it lately. Haha, Qinrui can eat my share. *evil grinneth* And I shall sit there and watch him.

I feel like being emo now, but since I don't really have a valid reason to emo around, so scrap that.

If I could just----
Maybe you would---

Boo. I don't even know what I'm typing any longer, this is pointless, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL, I'm gunna die for Dumb Ass. Week, help.

JOSHUA! Go [legally] download OK Go's "Invincible".
Haha. I was talking to *somebody* and s[he] said that it should be my theme song.
Booyeahhhh.

Hail me a Death Cab For Cutie on a Train trip that's 30 Seconds To Mars into a Super Massive Black Hole.

Garg.

<3


The world is smaller than you think;
And people are more beautiful than you think.
----

MUGGING. :[
It's at times like these when I wonder [yes, yet againnn] what it'd have been like if we had upped and gone to Cupertino last November.
...The greatest problem on my mind would probably be something totally superficial like, "Omigosh, I wonder who he's dating?!" or "...She did whaaaaat?". NOT the horrors of Coordinate Geometry and Fluid Mosaic Model: definition- a fluid bilayer of phospholipids [with amphipathic nature], with proteins moving in it like icebergs in a sea.

...But then I come back down to Earth and decide that no, I am happy here.
It's where I belong, after all.

Yesterday's Drama session was fun, even if our class's play WAS kinduv really impromptu. I decided to impersonate a stoner/hippie/Aussie dude in the end, which was like, "...Duuuuuude. Loike, awesommmmmmmme. *stoned face goes here*"

I looked like a hippie on drugs. [Or does being a hippie automatically qualify you for being on drugs?]
I could see Bryan laughing his arse off in the front row.
How embarrassing.
...BUT HOW FUN. :] I enjoyed myself muchly, even though my rep's probably been stained for life. >.<

Today was subzero.
I kid you not; I was freezing. My blood was crystallizing as it was, I swear.
I shouldn't have run in the rain in the morning, I know. [Cue Maxy: CARA! Wait until you fall sick then cannot take exams arh!]
...But I couldn't resist, it was lovely, and I'd never want to run in the sun if I could run in the rain instead.

But then the rain suddenly got heavier and I had to stop running and go towel off, lest I go into class smelling of Wet Red Track and Eau De Wet Canoeist.

...Thankyew Thang for lending me your jacket, I'm much indebted to you kthx.
You're not that evil after all! Ahahaha. Maybe you're right- I'M the evil one.
[But if I'm evil then it means it's in the genes, and you're evil too.]

And yesssss, Seet- the sinful I! ...Surprisingly, though, I haven't had any cravings for anything particularly sinful.

...But I DID, however, have a doubledecker triple chocolate chip banana sundae with lashings of cream on top and chocolate sprinkles the other day...

...JUST KIDDING.

Aha. I'd die before I ate that. [Death by lipids! *topples off chair and dies promptly*]

---

Kay, it's back to mugging now.
Oh gawsh. Maths...here I come. Fear meeeee.

<3

OH BUT WAIT.
Before I go.

Hold on when you feel like letting go,
Hold on; it gets better than you know.
Don't stop moving, you're one step closer;
Don't stop hoping; IT'S NOT OVER.
...Hold on.

[Normally I'd think Simple Plan's just a bunch of grownup whiner kids, but I have to admit that sometimes their lyrics DO make surprising sense.]

Keep holding on, everyone.

It all goes up from here.

<3